"Everyone is built to live but very few actually do" Unknown
Destruction.
That's what I thought myself to me.
I looked upon people and that's all I saw.
Cycles of destruction mended together meticulosity.
We are lost in my eyes,
But we are so much MORE.
We are lumps of hardened stone peeking off hillsides
We are the fathomless fluids that course through the edges of this world.
We conjure understandings far outside what our small bodies can reach.
Yet when I look at them,
I feel conflicted.
Humans with hands to build, and ruin.
Humans who saw far beyond any mind understood, and those who thought simply through each blade of grass.
We are vast but so tiny.
I didn't have to understand them.
I don't have to be them.
I can only hope I don't turn out just like them.
My destruction.
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